1st Coffee

[mal_addict]

[A: Action; 915 Bilko Boulevard - morning (locked to housemates)]

[Once you’ve slept enough times in a tattered army tent, with nothing but the cold ground and a marginally annoying leak in the roof just where your head is supposed to lie, you are not used to waking up in comfort. In fact, Maladict had not woken up in comfort for quite some time, so that was the first thing to set alarm bells ringing before she even opened her eyes. The second thing was having a heartbeat. Now that definitely wasn’t normal.

The vampire-who-currently-wasn’t opened her eyes cautiously, taking in her surroundings. Right. Definitely not a tattered army tent. Maybe she was having some kind of Flashside replase? She scrunched up her nose, looking around at the suburban bliss that surrounded her]

“Wow. I didn’t think my own mind hated me this much. Learn something new every day.”

[B:Phone; afternoon (open to all)]

[Maladict sounds confident, despite being in a strange place and never having used a phone before in her life. At least years of being a vampire have given her a great superiority complex. Handy, in situations like this.]

So, as I sit here, staring out at my idyllic little garden, admiring this perfect little life I’ve been given, I wonder exactly which God I really hacked off to deserve this, unless Nuggan isn’t as dead as they say he is. I mean, who thinks this sort of thing is pleasant?

…Well, I’m sure there are people here who do but, hey, if you want to live your life in quiet, moronic bliss, go right ahead. Don’t let me stop you. Don’t forget to water your pansies.

Me? I’m putting on a pair of trousers and finding the nearest exit out of here. I don’t care what anyone says, there’s a way out of everything if you look hard enough.

[C; Action; around Mayfield - afternoon (open to all)]

[And, just like her word, Maladict is wandering around Mayfield in a pair of trousers that look suspiciously like a dress with the middle sewn together, looking for a way out. She looks pretty determined, too.]

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[kinship]

[Pulling one hand out, he offers it to her.]

How about a handshake then?

[mal_addict]

[She stares at his hand for a moment, not really trusting it, nope]

I don't know... You might have something.

[kinship]

[A germaphobe? He raises an eyebrow slightly, but drops his hand.]

A name might do?

[mal_addict]

Maladict. Hi.

[Hey there's a lot of crazy going around this place]

[kinship]

Cain Knightlord, it's a pleasure.

[No kidding, but he's totally normal. Really.]

[mal_addict]

I'm sure it is.

[She considers, before finally deciding to offer her hand. Don't make her regret it, Cain]

[kinship]

[He slips his tiny hand into hers, shaking it twice.]

I hope you're immune to ebola.

[mal_addict]

[She pauses, before a smirk crosses her face. Well played]

You know, I think that's one of the horrible diseases I'm okay with.

[kinship]

[He grins right back, giving a mock sigh of relief.]

That's good then, or I'd have hated to break this next bit of news to you.

[mal_addict]

You can break the news knowing I will be perfectly safe from anything you might be able to give me.

[kinship]

[Ah, he grows a little more serious, shaking his head.]

Not at the moment, you're just human now, Miss Maladict.

[mal_addict]

...

Thanks for bursting that reality bubble for me. And it's just Maladict.

[kinship]

I'm sorry, but I'd rather not see you get hurt from thinking you're invincible.

[Because he's just nice like that. No, really.]

[mal_addict]

Well, I've had about six decades of being invincible, so it'll take me a while to get used to being soft and squishy.

[kinship]

If it makes you feel better, there are a lot here in that same boat. You aren't alone in having to learn to adjust.

[mal_addict]

It a little bit of a relief. Is there some sort of support group? [She has a support group back home, after all</>]

[kinship]

Not that I know of, but I do have a few friends who are vampires that I could tell you how to find?

[mal_addict]

...Are they the sort of vampires who still drink blood? I try to stay away from those.

[kinship]

I wasn't aware there were vampires that didn't drink blood... but they're very considerate.

[Or seem to be, he hasn't seen Charles out with his droolbeast yet.]

They don't attack just anyone.

[mal_addict]

There are in my world, Black Ribboners.

[Good she would not approve of the droolbeast]

Good, because I think we have enough problems without adding vampire attacks to them.

[kinship]

I'm afraid I don't know any... ah. Black Ribboners, but I'd be happy to tell you how to find the vampires I know anyway.

[mal_addict]

No vampires from my world, then. None that would like to see me, anyway.

[A pause] Sure. I'd like that.

[kinship]

There's Charles Fei-Ong, he looks like he's about eleven, but don't let that fool you. He's often at the elementary school, and his house is just over that way.

[He points, pausing before omitting Abel in there.]

And there's Miss Rachel, she lives with me at 1648 Albright Lane. She also looks young, but is much older.

[mal_addict]

[Mal chuckles a little]

Yeah. We tend to do that. Eternal youth, and all that.

[kinship]

There's a lot of people here that seem to have that particular trait, it's a little confusing.